Okay, so impatient little me decided to have some fun. While I'm still writing 'Michelle' and love where that is at and where it is going, I need something to just play around with. (I wanted to see them with a few children and... You know... Domestic...)

So I decided to make a collection of shorts and one-shots based on 'Michelle'. Figured I could call it 'Domestic Life' cause that will be the main focus.

Most of these chapters will be set way into the future. And there won't be any real connection, unless it's mentioned in the A/Ns.

Hope you'll enjoy it.

"Jack Sawyer Dalton!" Michelle growled as she glared hard at her eldest son, "What is this supposed to mean?"

The boy cautiously stepped backwards, trying to put distance between himself and his mom's lethal glare.

"Oh, that's a note he got from the principal…" her oldest girl helped out, not that she needed any help figuring that much out.

"Why does it say you skipped ALL of the classes after lunch Tuesday? WHAT WERE YOU DOING?"

Her fifteen year old backed himself into a corner, first realizing so when he physically backed into it.

"Mom… Please."

"Son. You tell me what you were doing, or so help me… I might just tell your father when he gets home from work…" she folded her arms in front of her chest, and even though she was a good five inches shorter than her son she knew he found that threatening.

"Okay okay! Just… Don't tell dad…"

"First you let me know why. THEN I'll consider not telling him."

"Please don't tell him, he'll tell uncle Mac… Who'll tell Riley. And someone will tell uncle Bozer too!"

"Young man…"

"I…"

"You what? What did you do Sawyer?"

"I…" he stopped and looked down at his mom, a crooked smile trying to take hold on his face, "Please don't tell anyone, they are gonna think I'm the most klutzy kid to ever walk on this earth…"

"Old news brother…"

"Kate, be nice to your brother…" Michelle chided over her shoulder, before looking back at her oldest son, "Why would they think that?"

"It's the truth…"

"KATE!"

"Alright, I'm leaving…" the girl chuckled and headed outside the kitchen.

"Now, tell me…"

"Trevor had to drive me to the ER… I needed some stitches…"

"You needed stitches? Where?" her anger was replaced by concern, "What had happened?"

"Yeah, I cut my leg open when I tried to skate down the railing by the concrete stairs…"

"Okay, LET ME SEE!"

Sawyer nodded and knelt down, he quickly rolled up the right leg of his jeans far enough to reveal the thick white dressing covering the stitches.

"How many?"

"Eleven…"

Michelle grimaced as she also leaned down to inspect. "Can I take a look at it? I'll put some new bandages on afterwards…"

Sawyer nodded and peeled back the adhesive parts.

"It was a good call to get that stitched up." Michelle admitted, "But you could have said something to a teacher and you wouldn't have gotten the letter to bring home…"

"I would have gotten a letter either way…" Sawyer shrugged, "We're not allowed to use skateboards on the school area…"

"Well, maybe you should start following the rules then…"

Sawyer pulled a face, "No… That's boring…"

"Well, promise me you won't do something ILLEGAL then…"

"I won't Ma…"

"Good…" Michelle patted her son on his knee, "Let's cover that up again, okay?"

Sawyer nodded.

Okay this wasn't the longest chapter. I know.
I've got another couple of small-ish chapters ready for this one. I'm excited to show them to you. Hope you'll like them.